Frithjof Schuon Archive

Folk-songs are often songs of longing.It is as if in the evening, after the day’s workOr perhaps following a feast, the tired peasantsWished to be moved in honor of the beautiful and the holy.The nature of the people is not simply love of life;Nobility lies within...

A German heart — depth and poetry;Then comes, by destiny, the Latin element.But the deepest kernel of my heart, by vocation,Is Brahma Satyam — the Vedantic spiritWhich was the first in Creation.These are, from God, my dimensions.Not that I think here of profound...

If thou wishest, in this world, to speak of the True,Thou must take into account the wicked and the insolent,Who, Deo gratias, can achieve nothing —For vincit omnia Veritas. God, who is power,Takes the end into His Hands.Say to thyself: whatever thou wishest in the...

There were powers, from childhood onward,Which sought to destroy thee; they could not succeed.In every trial, help was there;In the darkness, thou couldst hear the angels’ singing.